In the room, Joe narrowed his eyes and suddenly went quiet.
A good idea had occurred to it. As a citizen of an advanced civilisation, the Vols shouldn't have been so troubled in the first place, the solution to the problem was simple and easy for them. It had been the one who had gotten off on the wrong foot earlier and blamed itself for really winding itself up by pretending to be a saintly mother in front of the Farseers recently.
Joe hooked the corners of her mouth, a viper-like gleam in her eyes, and sat back in her seat, her long, slender fingers tapping the table under her with a crisp 'snap'. As far as the Vols were concerned, if there was no way to destroy the existing evidence, then it would be better to destroy the source of the evidence and then fabricate a perfect testimony that the Vol civilisation was the victim, helping the Vol civilisation to get out of this big trouble. After all, if the Alliance were to track it down in time, all it would take is one pair of statements from the Farseers to find out that it was all a cajoling by the Vols civilisation and the Vols would inevitably give them up.
Then it would be better not to let the Alliance find a chance to match the confessions in the first place. That is to say, if we destroyed the Far Star, everything would be simple. Joe had already thought of a brilliant excuse that would mitigate the guilt of the Vol civilisation. It would use a planet-destroying weapon not recorded by the Interstellar Alliance to
The planet-destroying weapon not recorded by the Interstellar Alliance would destroy the Far Star, turning it into a lifeless, barren dead star. The Vols could then pretend that they had been duped by the Farseers into sending the soul data of the Farseers onto the astral network of an advanced civilisation, wanting to help them develop their civilisation. But in the end, it turned out that the Far Stars wanted to plunder their Vols' technology and wanted to slaughter them. As a last resort, they, the good Vols, had to fight back and destroy the evil low-level civilisation in accordance with the interstellar pact.
In this way, their sale became an act of goodwill to help the lower civilisation develop, and even though it was an inappropriate move, it was done in good faith, and the trial by the interstellar court will certainly not be heavy, and with a little more up and down, the matter will pass without incident.
Although there will certainly be many civilisations who do not believe that the Vols, who have always been profit-minded, will do the right thing, they have no proof without the victims, and even if the Star Guard civilisations are suspicious, there is nothing they can do about it. It was impossible to punish them heavily for a civilisation that had died out, Joe was sure of that.
This was a world of the weak after all ...... huh!
Joe looked at the message he had sent to his superiors with a cruel smile, He couldn't wait to see the miserable images of those Farseers before they died. Let them stupid natives know what it means to have the pride of a high civilisation not to be defiled!
Di - the message was sent and the room fell silent.
Federation
The downtown area of Li City
Zen listened to the knock at the door, casually smoothed the messy hair on his head and answered, "Coming!"
"Excuse me?"
He asked as he opened the door and looked at the tall man outside the door.
Zhou Shi put away the light screen and said with a serious face, "Hello, my name isZhou Shi, executive officer of the Federal Special Incident Handling Department, you are now required to cooperate with the investigation due to certain cases."
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Not A God
ParanormalGod's dreams construct universes, but beware: this is no ordinary god. Zen resurrects in a different universe, but something is amiss with him. When he stares at the stars in the sky, he appears to have lost his emotions and nothing can shake him. H...